You can tell me if you haven’t, I won’t judge you
Danny
You might
Ezra
I won’t, I promise. The only promise I’ll make is to try and give you that kind of sex
Danny
I’ve never had sex like that. Thought everyone was making it up and just kinda went along with it. Like sex is fine but that’s it. Sorta thought more reaction was kinda fake, like porn.
Danny
It’s different if it’s just me though. A good wank feels better than a fuck usually
Danny
I’ve never told anyone that. You won’t tell, will you?
Ezra
Of course not
It made my heart ache to think of Danny getting all worked up about admitting that, like it was something to be ashamed of. Bad sex happened to everyone, and people didn’t magically become sex gods as soon as they started fooling around or fucking. But there was this belief, especially around men, that they were automatically great at it and if they, or their partner, didn’t enjoy it, then there was something wrong with them.
That was if they even considered their partner’s pleasure at all.
Good sex took practice, though, and communication. It required openness and vulnerability and the ability to take feedback and not be a knob about it or get defensive when your partner asked for something different.
And now Ireallywanted to throw all the rules out of the window and show Danny what good sex could be like. Fuck the restrictions, fuck the waiting, fuck the entire act of self-preservation. There was a gorgeous man out there who’d never had a decent orgasm with a partner before, and that was like waving a steak in front of a starving dog. Throw in the fact that Danny was still trying to figure out who he was, what he liked, and what he wanted, and you might as well have taken me out at the knees.
He was a walking, pouting, needy fantasy come true, and my willpower had totally evaporated.
And if we both wanted this, would there really be any harm in it?
I could give Danny what he needed: a way to figure himself out and explore what good sex was with someone who knew what they were doing. And he could give me what I needed: a way to forget about my ex-husband and impending divorce.
Danny
Cheers, I appreciate it.
Danny
Is spanking fun? And does anal really feel that good? Loads of people seem to like it and I thought it was all fake but now I don’t know. Also do you ever like watching people? You said you’d give me things I don’t know how to ask for, but what if I don’t actually know what to ask for? Is there like a list of things I can pick from? Or do I just need to watch porn and ask you shit?
I chuckled to myself. We hadn’t even agreed anything was going to happen, and yet Danny was already letting his imagination run away with him. I couldn’t be upset, though, because mine was doing the same.
For a moment, I was tempted to tell him to come over tonight, but I decided against it. I needed to set a good example, and he’d get all sorts of ideas if he thought I’d cave like a cheap soufflé when he pushed my buttons. And while his whining, sulking, brattish moments were adorable, I wasn’t going to allow him to weaponise them against me.
Besides, another twenty-four hours would give me more time to plan.
Spinning in my chair, I tapped my fingers lazily on the arm. Danny’s questions were still burning a hole in my phone, and I wasn’t about to let them go unanswered. But typing it out wasn’t going to be as effective as I wanted.
Leaving my desk behind, I strolled out of my office and down the corridor to the men’s toilets, doing a quick scout to check for any lingering members of staff before I shut myself in one of the cubicles and locked the door. Then I opened our message thread on Instagram and hit the microphone to leave him a voice note.
And with the other hand, I slowly unbuckled my belt.
